I've been a fan for a few years now, and I am ecstatic that a good guy won.
He's a completely different guy from some recent champions. Contador is an alien. Lance is...narcissism personified.
Cadel? He's a prickly, pug-like fighter who never saw a finish line he didn't like. He climbs like he's wrestling a crocodile. He ain't pretty. He wears his heart on his sleeve.
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| He ain't pretty. He's a tough bastard. He's a champion. |
Look at what he did as he came across the line. He stopped, nearly collapsing from emotion, and initiated a group hug with the rest of the BMC squad.
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| It's a true team victory. Complete dedication = absolute triumph. |
Lance believed in the power of the team, but his was a cold, calculated appreciation. Cadel's runs deep. Maybe two second place finishes—both with less than a minute separating him from the top step—makes the champagne taste sweeter.
Maybe he's just a good guy. I want to believe.
Chapeau Cadel! Thanks for one of the finest tours I've had the pleasure to see!
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